rei's bunny

“wipe your drool,” he says tonelessly, serving your plate of pancakes with syrup, whipped cream and diced strawberries. you mouth waters; reiner’s already such a wonderful boyfriend, but his cooking is god’s gift to mankind. “look, baby, you know i love you. i love what you do, and i support you, but i don’t know…”

you shake your head, mouth stuffed full of pancake. “i’sh okay,” you beam, voice muffled. “i jus’h wan’ed to as’hk. you don’t hav’ta.”

“do not speak to me with your mouth full,” he chides, a gentle smile crossing his features. he wipes a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth and brings it up to his lips. “mm. tastes good, yeah?”

you nod, puckering your lips playfully.

“i’ll think about it,” he says after a long pause. you look at him, eyebrows raised, eyes glowing. “it’s not a yes, but i’ll think about it okay?”

you’ve been making content since before you met reiner. it wasn’t like you needed the money desperately, just a little here and there for extra spending money. you enjoyed it, enjoyed making the content, enjoyed seeing people get off to your videos, but when you got a boyfriend, you became a little more reserved about it. you were hesitant to tell reiner, weary of the possibilities of what he might say; that you were a whore, gold digger, whatever. you’d heard it all before, but you liked reiner, and that made all the difference.

so when you told him, what you were not expecting was for him to go pink, flush dusting his cheeks and an awkward hand coming up to scratch at his neck, and for him to go, “i kinda already knew…”

you whacked him. hard. “what do you mean you knew?” you fired question after question at him, eyes filled with fiery mirth. you collapsed on the couch together, laughing as he explained how he’d found you one day, never really thought anything about it until he met you in real life. “oh, so i wasn’t good enough for your money? is that what you’re saying?” you teased him, pinching his arm.

“no! no!” his hands gripped the thick of your hips, holding you steady. “i did subscribe, actually, but then i met you in real life, and…”

now it was your turn to flush red. “and you never told me?”

“i was waiting for you to be comfortable with saying it.”

oh. he was more of a gentleman about it than you were expecting him to be, his thumb stroking patterns into your skin as you straddled his hips. “did you… like the videos?” you asked shyly, watching his jaw clench.

“yeah,” he muttered. “a lot.”

the thought of him watching you, his hand jerking off his thick cock, fuck, that sent heat straight to your cunt. you rolled once, tentatively against his hips, feeling the growing proof of his desire under you. “i can tell,” you smirked at him, watching his breath hitch, his grip on you tightening. “which one did you like the most?”

“i- fuck, stop that, i--”

“c’mon, tell me.” you leaned down, planting your lips against the column of his neck. “which one did you like? which one made you cum the most, honey?”

“t-the one, with the black dildo. the big one. fuck, stop that!” but his hands gripped you tightly, pulling you closer to him. “that one was--”

“hot, wasn’t it?” your hands climbed under his tank top, cool fingers against his flushed skin. “i got a lot of donations from that one.”

“do me a favour,” he murmurs, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you back sharply. you cut off with a gasp, meeting his stony gaze, soaked in honey and glitter. “only use that toy with me.”

it’s obvious that reiner was supportive of you, so why are you overthinking it? did he not wanna be part of the videos because he was embarrassed? it was a huge ask, you admit, but you can’t help the sinking feeling you feel. he usually did the background work for you, helping you set up the camera, maybe even giving you an orgasm or two before you start, but never dared set foot in front of the red blinking light.

you get over it. you can’t force him to do anything, and if he’s happy enough doing the backstage work, fine by you. but every time you sit in front of the camera, you can’t help but imagine it was him, fucking you senseless, leaving you a stupid mess under him. no toy could even compare to the size of his dick, not even the black one he loved so much, two inches shy of reiner’s cock, and lacking the pretty veins you adored so much. you’re beat into the shape of him, so bad nothing satisfies you as much or as fast as him.

you can’t imagine how much you’d lose control if you fucked him on camera, for thousands of viewers to see. and it looks like you won’t ever get to know either.

“i wanna do it.”

your head snaps up from your computer, at your boyfriend standing at the doorway, arms folded across his chest. “what?”

“i wanna do it,” he repeats, and you can see a shy smile start to creep onto his lips. “i wanna join your stream.”

you wriggle out of the chair, flinging yourself onto him so forcefully he stumbles back slightly, a little laugh bursting through his lips. “you’re serious? you wanna come on my stream?” your eyes are wide, glinting wildly.

“oh, i’ll come alright.” you whack him loudly, rolling your eyes. “yes, yes, i wanna do it. gotta show those pervs who owns that pussy, hm?”

god, when he says it like that. “good. good.” you swallow thickly, ignoring the sticky mess your thighs are starting to become. “i- should it be like, a video? or we could do a livestream, whatever you want. you’re the guest, you choose. i like both, but videos--”

you cut off with a small gasp when you feel his hand snaked around your back, his large hand cupping your cunt. “stop rambling, baby,” he murmurs. “it’ll be like any other video or stream, yeah? no need to worry.”

“i’m not- i’m not worried,” you assure him, but you’re melting in his palm. you know he can feel how wet you’re getting at the simple prospect of him fucking you on camera. you rock your hips into his palm, neck craning to look at him. god he’s so pretty, the sunlight catching his golden lashes, streaking over his face. they’re gonna love him as much as they love you, you know it--

“you’re soaked,” he whispers. “thinking about it got you this riled up, huh?”

“fuck you,” his hand rubs gently, thumb ghosting over your clit through your panties. “f-fuck. fuck off, i have work to do.”

“that’s not a nice way to say thank you,” you can practically hear the smugness in his voice, and you can’t stop yourself from rocking into his hand; he’s got you right where he wants you, falling apart at the smallest touches. “oh, i forgot to tell you, actually. i have one condition.”

you’re nearly brainless, but you look up at him with curious eyes. “mm? what’s it?”

“i get to do what i want to you.”

you shouldn’t be scared. you convince yourself you’re not, but you can’t help the way you fidget nervously on the bed, twiddling your thumbs as reiner stands behind the camera. he fixes it up, focusing it on the bed where you lay. you both decided on a video rather than a stream, just for a little bit more control since it’s his first time in front of the camera rather than behind it.

“how’s this look?” you hear him ask, and you look up to him showing you the angle on the viewfinder. you’re sitting there, pretty and pink in his favourite lingerie set, the one that he had to reign himself in from tearing off of you when you walked out of the bathroom fifteen minutes ago.

you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. “looks good.” why are you nervous? you’ve never been nervous around cameras since you first started, so why now? reiner seems to feel your restlessness, coming around to the bed and cupping your chin with his big, big palm.

“hey. look at me.” your neck cranes up, and eyes lock on his. he’s looking at you with the softest, most adoring glimmer in his eyes. “do you want to do this? we don’t have to.”

you laugh nervously. “shouldn’t i be saying that to you?”

he smiles, leans down to press a syrupy kiss on your lips. “i got you. do you trust me?”

never a trace of doubt in your voice as you murmur, “always.”

reiner backs you up until your back hits the plush mattress. the blinking red light tells you; he’s already started the recording, and thank god it’s a video so you can cut out the bit where you were on the verge of backing out. the doubt’s ringing at the back of your mind but reiner’s plush lips on yours makes you forget; you’re gasping into his mouth as he draws every breath out of you, spit slick lips peppering kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down to your neck.

“so, so pretty,” he whispers in between kisses, barely loud enough for you to hear, like it’s a little secret between the two of you. you’ve never felt more intimate in front of a camera-- reiner’s hands and lips and legs in between your thighs are making you feel like there’s only the two of you in the world, even though you know this is gonna be seen by thousands of strangers with their hands down their pants. “sit up for me?”

you follow as he says, and he shifts you so you’re both facing the camera, him sitting behind you. the blinking red is digging into your corneas, but you’re pulled out of your reverie when you feel reiner’s hands snake around your front, one hand on your chest, the other trailing down, down, down--

“fuck,” you gasp, bucking into his touch as his lithe fingers make contact with your lace panties. instinctively your legs spread, granting him allowance to where you need him most, but he gives you no more than gentle strokes. you’re squirming, practically begging for more, just a touch, rei, just touch me, please--

you’re cut off, your words twisting into a strangled moan as his free hand wraps around the column of your throat. his grip isn’t suffocating, just tight enough to send you a warning. “quit it,” he commands, his thumb nudging your jaw just slightly so you’re directly looking into the camera. “be a good girl, or we’re stopping.”

“nngh, uh!” you barely croak out an affirmative before he’s teasing you through your panties again, this time rubbing deliberate circles against your clit. you shut yourself up, steadying your body so you don’t go against his orders because you’d rather die than disobey reiner. his hand on your throat is cutting off your blood flow just enough to make your head spin a little, thoughts hazy.

and then he’s slipping your panties to the side, dipping a finger tentatively into your cunt and you whine. can’t help yourself and whine like a whore for more, in front of the potential thousands of people who asked for this, who are gonna watch you unfold and uncover your layers of debauchery. reiner’s hushing you as he slips in one finger into your slick. “fuckin’ wet for me, huh? you getting off to all these people watching you?” his words dig into your ears and melt your brain, and you nod dumbly, neck tilting up to look at him, but his fingers are quick to snap your jaw back in place, looking straight into the camera. “who said you could look at me? whores don’t get to look at me.”

you’re wrecked, and he’s barely touched you. he’s easing another two fingers into your cunt with the aid of your drooling wet, commenting about how nasty you are, gushing around my fingers like that. you’re clinging onto his bicep, your legs spread and trembling as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, curling into spots he knows like the back of his palm. reiner is so good, so good at making you cum so easily; knows your body better than you do, knows exactly what to do to make you unravel. your nails are digging into his skin and he hisses.

“you’re tightening up, baby,” he murmurs, loud enough for the mic to catch. “gonna cum? gonna cum like a slut around my fingers?”

“mmhm! mmhm!” you’re gasping, squealing and bucking your hips up to meet his fingers halfway. “please, let me cum? let me--” and you’re trailing off as he eases a fourth finger in, stretching your cunt beyond its limits. you go slack jawed, melting into him as he fucks you so, so rough. you love it, love how messy and desperate you get around him, and fuck, he loves it too.

“cum, baby,” he grunts. “need to make sure you’re nice and loose f’me, yeah?”

you nod through the thick haze of pleasure that clouds your consciousness, losing yourself in his grasp. you’ve completely forgotten about the camera at this point, just doing everything in your power to reach your high, to stretch that tight coil in your belly until it snaps, and you go tumbling into blinding white as you cum. you fall apart, gushing around his fingers and wrist and soiling the sheets with your nectar. the sounds you make are making him so goddamn hard, and he has to shift to relieve some of the stress in his sweats.

“good girl,” he praises, letting you breathe for a bit as he pulls his fingers out. he brings them up to your mouth, tapping your lips. “taste yourself. you’re fuckin’ sweet as sugar, baby.”

and you do. you listen, sucking his fingers, licking your arousal clean off. you don’t mind the taste because his voice is so goddamn erotic you’d do anything if he asked. you’re so far gone already you don’t notice him reach out of frame for something; a toy he’d left on the far side of the bed in preparation for this. reiner brings it up to you, letting the big silicon toy rest heavily on your stomach. you pull yourself together just long enough to catch sight of it, gasping softly.

“you guys haven’t seen this in a while, have you?” it takes you a second to realise he’s talking to the camera. “why don’t you tell them why, baby?”

“‘cause,” you drawl, hyperfocusing on the gentle strokes of his thumb on your upper arm, his silent question, are you alright? and you tap his thigh once, your silent answer, yeah, i’m okay. “‘cause i can ‘nly use it around… around…”

“around who, love?”

“around you, daddy,” you look up, neck tilting to catch his honeyed gaze. “for you, only, promise.”

“atta girl,” he whispers. “come, let’s get these pretty panties off you, yeah? wanna fuck you properly.”

he guides your hips up and glides your panties down, tossing it slightly behind him. you’re so pliable, so malleable that all he has to do is nudge you and you’re moving to his liking. you’re sitting between his legs, thighs thick and so lovely, ready for you to sink your claws into when you need to, and your legs are thrown over his, pussy spread and glistening for the world to see. he’s teasing a finger along your cunt again, rubbing your slick onto your clit in figure eights. “good, yeah?” he quips.

“rei, please- need you,” you beg, dainty hands wrapping around his bicep as you watch him pick up the toy again. “fuck, want it inside me, now.”

he hums. “demanding, huh?” he smiles against your neck. “okay. look at the camera.”

you whine, and he shoots you a look, one that says, i’m not playing. so you obey, tilting your head back to look straight into the invasive red. you feel the head of the toy tease at your hole and you have to stop yourself from bucking onto it, instead focusing all your energy on the blinking light.

reiner plays like this for centuries, until he’s finally, finally working the head of the toy into your cunt. “fuck, still so tight,” he mumbles, and you’re whining at the stretch as it splits you open. you’re shaking, trembling in his arms as he pumps the cock into you slowly, feeling it fill you to the brim and beyond. it’s still not as good as reiner’s own, but it’s enough that you’re clenching around it, already feeling the familiar kindling in your abdomen.

“spread your legs wider.” reiner commands, and when you’re too slow to react, his free hand comes down to shove your knees apart, keeping his grip on the fat of your inner thigh, pulling it as close to him as it can go. you’re leaning your shoulder blades back on his plush chest, knees bent and pussy so, so exposed to the camera, and in the viewfinder you can see the way he’s fucking the toy so deep into your cunt. you’re stretching around it, almost too big to fit but you manage, you always do what reiner wants you to do.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. your mouth is gaping open from the euphoria of the toy inside you; you hadn’t used it in a while, always opting for just going straight to reiner’s perfect, fat cock, but god, you forgot how good this one feels in you. it’s pounding into you, reiner’s steady hand pumping it into you at a speed that has you seeing stars, that has you waving to god. “dadd-daddy,” you’re stuttering now, clinging onto his thigh for leverage. “fuck, slow- slow down!”

reiner chuckles. “really, baby? you want me to slow down?” you’ve made a deal with the devil, you realise when he picks up the pace, pumping it into you impossibly faster. “you’re so far gone you don’t even know what’s best for yourself.”

your mouth drops open in silent pleasure. you can’t utter a single word, not with the silicon abusing your cunt at the pace he’s set. you just lie there and you take it, blinking back tears and your walls fluttering around the toy. you can’t even warn him when your second orgasm hits you because it comes so suddenly, washing over you with the strength of a tempest, sending you reeling and creaming over the thick cock.

“aw, you came,” reiner mocks, slowing down the pace of the toy finally. he lets you catch your breath before he pulls it out of you, mesmerised with the sheen of creamy white cum that coats the base of it. “didn’t say you could come, though, did i?”

“i-i’m sorry,” you gasp over your words, feeling so fucking empty without anything in you. “sorry, i didn’t mea’ to, i--”

“it’s okay, i didn’t expect much from a dumb baby like you.” his words are thorned with faux malice, but it only sends your cunt clenching around nothing. “you liked that huh? you like when i treat you like shit?”

you giggle airily. “you’re too nice to me, daddy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “want you to hurt me, make me cry.”

if he wasn’t hard before he certainly is now. he grunts, clearing his throat, almost felled by your words. almost. “is that what you want?” he asks quietly, almost like there isn’t anyone watching, like it’s just the two of you. he’s back to sweet old reiner, concern lacing his brows together.

“mmhm,” you hum, your eyes half lidded. “wanna go stupid on your cock. wan’ you to make me squirt, daddy.”

holy fuck. since when did you get so brave on camera? he nods sturdily, picking you up and manhandling you onto all fours before shucking off his tshirt and sweats. “you get what you ask for, baby,” he mutters. “you ready?”

you push your hips out, your slit just about catching the head of his cock. you both gasp, yours trailing off into a moan as you nod desperately. “yes, ready, please please, daddy!”

the camera light burns into your retinas as you stare into it. you’re so fucking exposed, facing the camera with reiner kneeling behind you, smoothing his rough palm over your spine, his other hand trailing his cock over your dripping pussy. you know why he wants you here, right in the face of the camera; to show everyone how good you feel, how fucked out his cock gets you. and he’s completely right, because as he works his thick cockhead into your tight cunt, your face twists into one of pure ecstacy.

reiner’s cock is so fucking thick, so long and fat with heavy balls that slap lewdly against your clit. he’s pounding into you so hard and so fast that you have to ball your fists into the sheets to keep yourself from falling over, but you can’t do jack shit to stop the moans that escape past your lips. you’re loud, you’re whining, and you know you’re gonna wake up tomorrow with noise complaints but reiner feels so fucking good in you maybe it’s worth it.

“fuck, princess, gotta shut you up,” you hear him seethe through gritted teeth. he’s grabbing your elbow, pulling you up harshly into an uncomfortable arch, but he’s stuffing something between your teeth before letting you back down slowly. you taste something salty, running your tongue over the unfamiliar fabric until you realise they’re your panties, balled up and shoved into you mouth. “yeah, that’s it. taste yourself on your panties, stupid slut.” you’re barely comprehending what he’s saying, so focused on the way his cock is pounding so fucking deep into you. “you’re taking my cock so well, lovely, so fucking good.”

you moan a response you don’t even understand. your thighs are trembling, arms shaking from the pressure you’re holding up. you’re ascending, so far above your consciousness, but every sharp thrust and loud slap against the fat of your thighs sends you reeling back to reality, where your boyfriend is splitting you at the seams for the world to watch.

i’m gonna fucking cum, you think but can’t say, any sound you make muffled by the wet lace. your knees are giving out before you can stop them, and your body makes full contact with the mattress. “come on, baby,” you hear reiner say, large palms gripping the sides of your hips, dragging you up slightly. somehow this angle lets him reach so much deeper, and you’re squealing so loud, gripping the sheets until your knuckles hurt. “be a good little fleshlight for me now.”

you wail. you sob as you cum from his words, cunt creaming violently around his thick cock. he’s holding you through it, never letting up his pace. his stamina is godly, you know this from the years you’ve been together, but he hasnt cum once, and now he’s sending you towards your fourth.

“lemme get-” you hear, and you feel hime reach over you. you’re dazed out, don’t even notice how he’s grabbed the camera to switch to handheld, one hand still gripping the supple flesh of your ass. “that’s more like it. show everyone how much you’re fuckin’ cumming around my cock. look at that pussy. belongs to me, yeah?”

you’re nodding, humming yes, yes all yours, take it, take all of it but he doesn’t even need to hear it to know it. just the way you’re backing your hips against him, taking all of him and more. his free hands snaking around to your front, pressing hard against your navel. “can feel myself here,” he comments. “wanna flip you over, show everyone how deep you’re taking me.”

you do as he says, shifting quickly on to your back before he’s filling you again, camera focusing on the bulge in your tummy as he fucks in and out of you steadily. you’re so far gone, floating on water as he’s grunting, pressing down on your belly, like he’s searching for something, waiting for something to happen--

fuck. fuck. it happens before you can warn him, gushing all over his cock and the sheets. the panties have fallen out of your mouth at this point, letting your sweet moans permeate the air of the room. you’re squirting all over him, overstimulated but obedient, taking all of him as your clit throbs for mercy.

he’s saying something but you’re not catching it, something about made me all messy, and good fucking girl, gushing all over me like that. you’re cockdrunk, brain mush that you dont even flinch when he focuses the camera on you.

“look at me, baby,” he murmurs. “look at me when i cum in you.”

the camera is back down to where the two of you are connected, catching the way his hips stutter, how he twitches as he buries himself to the hilt in you, and cums. cums so, so much, thick, white saccharine seed that leaks out the sides of his cock. he stuffs you so full of himself gripping you as he comes down from his high.

his favourite part; he’s told you before, he loves seeing cum trickle out of you slowly. he pulls out, focusing the camera in front of your battered pussy, watching as thick white drips down your pussy onto the sheets you’re lying on. you whine, sobering up slightly, enough to realise how exposed you are.

his fingers push his cum back into you, coating it in the slick. “fuckin pretty,” he whispers, and you’re not sure if it’s for you to hear or the camera. “so goddamn good, this pussy.”

“you’re not fucking serious- again?”

reiner looks up at you from the couch, his phone in his hand. you dont even have to look to know what video’s playing on it. he grins at you.

“we’re so hot, you know that?”

you roll your eyes at him, whacking him hard on the shoulder. “stop jacking off to yourself, narcissist.”

“i’m not!”

you whack him again for good measure before settling down next to him to watch the scene he’s been watching again and again on repeat. but you agree; it’s the best video you’ve made, and judging by the comments and the amount of attention it got, you’re not the only ones who think so.